*unfamiliar with the body he’s in, killua doesn’t know what signs to look for that might lead him to orgasm, each sensation blazing through him with increasing intensity and no end in sight. he does, however, recognize the pounding of gon’s hips against his ass, instantly familiar to him as the desperate, jackrabbiting thrusts he gives his pillow just before he comes. riding along with each jolt, he chases the sweet release that should follow and finally tips over the edge, spilling into his own disconnected hand. unable to hold back anymore as gon’s body unravels around him, a name cries from his lips.*

gon—!